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Post by Mirage-3 on Jun 6, 2008 22:38:11 GMT -5
Two individuals have joined this loose celebration, though a bit later than most. Mirage will not tolerate being treated by Perceptor, and what's more the Prime will allow no other to touch Mirage, and so the damaged hound been enjoying his Prime's...personal attention for the last hours. They arrive together, Mirage walking beside Rodimus this time, not behind. There is a subtle smugness about Mirage, more than his usual arrogance, a smugness that grows more apparent whenever he looks at Rodimus. An observant mech might notice that for someone who has been in repair for so long there are quite a few dents and scrapes still on Mirage's body, and deep gouges in the metal of his back spaced just so. Injuries, in fact, that he did not have when the Prime carried his offline body away to work on it in private. Mirage pauses and turns into Rodimus' body, deliberately keeping a distance between them. He tilts his head toward the Decepticons "Do you want me with you and visible always, or no?" Out of the corner of his optic Mirage spies a familiar red mech. He smirks. Mirage wonders if the scientist has realized what he lost yet...or what he gained. OOC: Once Rodimus-3 posts in, anyone is welcome to join. Come poke the Prime if you dare! Mention of spying Perceptor-3 done with permission
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Jun 6, 2008 23:12:49 GMT -5
Any new damages on the Chosen One are not so obvious, but then, his armor is rather thick. Even so, there are areas where the paint has been gouged off him in regular rows on the arms, the back... and is the tip of his spoiler bent a little?
He stays near Mirage, but there is a hint of irritation in his expression. Something was given to Mirage that Rodimus would have avoided giving. Still, the Prime has the spy's soul, so it's more than a fair trade, but even that little admission irks.
When Mirage turns towards him, he makes no move to close the gap further, though he certainly moves no farther, either. He dips his head at Mirage's question, then jerks it towards where Needlenose is dragging Spinister into the area. "If he stays in sight, you stay in sight," he murmurs.
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Post by Bluestreak-3 on Jun 7, 2008 17:03:26 GMT -5
Bluestreak is nowhere near as stealthy as Mirage, but he still slinks after the spy and the Prime as silently as he is able. No slagging way is he going out there among those Decepticons alone.
And besides, the gunner revels in the Prime's presence. For some reason it's so much easier to keep his processor on his ultimate goal -- revenge -- when around Rodimus Prime. He may not be able to exact his vengeance now, with this bothersome truce going on... but soon, hopefully very soon...
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Post by Mirage-3 on Jun 7, 2008 22:30:17 GMT -5
Mirage follows the Prime's gaze, optics narrowing at the sight of Spinister. "As you like," Mirage murmurs.
Mirage notes that touch of irritation in Rodimus' gaze, and the spy is pleased. Yes, the Prime does have Mirage's soul, has it against Mirage's wish and will, but that possession has it's cost. Forcing Rodimus to pay that cost may be risky, but it soothes Mirage's damaged pride just a touch.
Or at least that is what Mirage tells himself, even if he long ago stopped believing it.
Bluestreak is not stealthy, at least not to Mirage. Mirage addresses the Datsun, "Bluestreak, you seem to have survived your task well enough. I trust Swerve wasn't any trouble?" There is a knowing, nasty edge to that last.
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Jun 8, 2008 19:49:03 GMT -5
Rodimus turns towards Bluestreak when Mirage's comments draw attention to his arrival. He visually scans the area, then murmurs, "Ah, drinks."
He turns towards Bluestrak and says, "And once you've answered Mirage, do us all a favor and fetch us drinks." Yes, that's right, Rodimus is going to willingly drink something Perceptor set out. Must be nice to have that much confidence in one's ability to recover from such setbacks.
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Post by Bluestreak-3 on Jun 8, 2008 22:51:02 GMT -5
At Mirage's inquiry Bluestreak's face twists in a sneer. "No," is all he says. He doesn't deign to offer up any further information to the spy. Slaggin' mech thought he was so special...
He bows to the Prime. "As you wish," he says quietly, then hurries to the table and brings back two cups, offering the Prime his choice of them first.
Yes, he's well aware that he's kissing aft here. No, he doesn't care. He knows who's boss here, after all.
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Post by Mirage-3 on Jun 9, 2008 10:50:01 GMT -5
Mirage could care less what Bluestreak thinks of him. Mirage doesn't think he's special he knows he is, and it has nothing to do with his standing in the ranks here, and everything to do with his confidence in his abilities.
Mirage's smirk falters a bit at the Prime's request for drinks, and though he takes the proffered cup (once the Prime has made his choice, of course) Mirage does not drink. Not yet, not until Rodimus does. Mirage needs the recharge pretty badly truth be told; he has to drink eventually. He can only sip as slowly as possible and hope he was lucky enough to be able to fight whatever has been added to the mix. Because really, with both Perceptor and Mixmaster around? The drinks will likely be quite...interesting mixes.
There may also be a tiny locust about, but Mirage is forgetting him. Bad form.
He does ask his Prime, "So we will be setting up here then?" Privately he radios, //And how much of a Decepticon contingent are you going to tolerate? This Starscream won't just leave us to our own devices.//
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Jun 9, 2008 11:17:30 GMT -5
"Thank you, Bluestreak." Rodimus reaches out and claims a cube. He immediately takes a long, slow sip of it, completely confident that it offers no lasting dangers to his person. It must be nice to be immortal, or even to think oneself that way!
"We will be, Mirage. At least until we've flushed out our alternates. They gave us quite a setback when they damaged the tunneler as extensively as they did - digging up those tunnels to ferret them out will be slow-going. We'd best start trying to identify other openings, too."
//Oh, I intend to welcome as large a contingent as Starscream is willing to bring over here, Mirage. I have no intention of leaving Starscream up to his own devices than he intends to leave me to mine, and the more Decepticons he has here, the easier they are to watch.//
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Post by Bluestreak-3 on Jun 9, 2008 22:39:32 GMT -5
Once Mirage and the Prime have taken their drinks, Bluestreak sneaks back to the table and procures his own drink. He continues to trail after them, content to play waiter to the Prime if he so desires, or content to simply shadow the Prime as long as he allows it, basking in his leader's presence.
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Post by Mirage-3 on Jun 10, 2008 17:40:22 GMT -5
Bluestreak has been evaluated and dismissed. If the angry little Datsun wishes to play attendant, Mirage will not argue. Let someone else play fetch and carry for awhile.
Mirage takes a careful sip of his energon, testing it. Not that he would notice if the mix was off anyway; this Mirage does not have his alternate's refined palate, after all. A longer swallow follows, as he gives in a bit to his system's needs. He nods at the Prime's comments, both sets.
"True enough. That worm was useful. Ugly, but useful. Not only did it provide us with the element of surprise, it kept their Omega occupied." Mirage idly swishes his drink, "We could use an addition like that."
The hound scans the crowd, taking in who is there and who is not. He linger a moment on one individual, "Ah. Pee-Dee found herself a new toy, it seems."
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Jun 10, 2008 19:14:05 GMT -5
"Pee-Dee's always finding herself new toys," Rodimus answers, waving the statement away. Then he pauses and glances back the Junkion. "You referring to Mixmaster or her cannon, anyway?" Probably both.
"As for the worm, whose mind do you volunteer to inhabit it?" Rodimus smirks, then takes another long sip. Of course, they could always just find one of those mining worms and figure out a way to operate it remotely, but where's the fun in that?
He nods briefly to Bluestreak, acknowledging the tag-along without dismissing him. In fact, it pleases Rodimus to see one so eager for the changes Rodimus can effect. Then, he the carbot. "What about you, Bluestreak? How would you like to have that level of destructive power at your disposal?"
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Post by Bluestreak-3 on Jun 10, 2008 19:26:17 GMT -5
At the Prime's inquiry Bluestreak's face takes on a slightly eager, if also slightly maniacal, grin. "I'd love it," he replies. He doesn't stop to think of the potential disadvantages of becoming a giant blind mining worm -- with that kind of destructive capability, think of what havoc and ruin he could wreak among the Decepticons!
He pauses to drink from his own cup. Huh... nice. The pleasant buzz he normally gets from a dose of high-grade hits a lot sooner than expected...
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Post by Mirage-3 on Jun 11, 2008 10:47:47 GMT -5
Mirage chuckles as he watches Pee-Dee and the Constructicon. The hound answers, "Both, actually. But that cannon was what initially caught my attention. Too much to hope she took it off their Perceptor's corpse, I suppose?"
Mirage just stares at Bluestreak when he practically agrees to become the Prime and Perceptor's next pet project. The angry little fool is not thinking; mobility and sight are the least of what he would lose.
"Are you so eager to give up your ability to transform Bluestreak? To trade the open road for the underground?" Mirage grimaces at the thought, taking another long sip from his cube. "Brute force is not everything."
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Jun 11, 2008 13:00:04 GMT -5
"Well, I know that the only Perceptor body I saw lying around on the streets was our own," Rodimus mutters in response to Mirage's question, shrugging his right shoulder and arm as he does.
Then he chuckles almost pleasantly before taking another sip from his cube, grinning as he listens to his men discuss the little worm proposal. "This is true, Mirage, that brute force is not everything. But for some people it is enough." He lifts his cube and studies it thoughtfully and muses, "Perhaps Bluestreak is one of these people. Certainly something to keep in mind should we find ourselves with the opportunity to attempt such a project."
Then he glances down at Mirage and smirks. "Why? Can you suggest a better option?"
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Post by Bluestreak-3 on Jun 11, 2008 22:24:06 GMT -5
Of course Bluestreak is thinking -- he's thinking of the best possible way to avenge all he lost in the attack on his home. Since that fateful day they plucked him from the rubble, he has dedicated his life to exacting his due from any Decepticon he can. And if the Prime is going to offer him an opportunity to increase his strength and destructive power, the better to lay waste to his foe... he'll take it. If it's offered, of course -- at the moment is seems to just be conjecture.
"What do you care?" is all he offers.
He continues to sip, and a rare smile crosses his features as things go pleasantly fuzzy and sparkly. Nice...
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